A short story about a girl who created a own reality around her life. This one is based of my own experience with maladaptive daydreaming as a coping mechanism. ⚠️Please keep in mind that writers always make things extra in their stories. So some of it can be true, but in a less extreme way.⚠️ This short story is just an exercise to improve my writing, so if you have any feedback or comments, please let me know. I'd really appreciate it.